Chapter eleven of Ruthless.
She won't join her mum to fake it.

"Mum. Is that you?" Tacha was stunned as she made her way into the extravagant sitting room. She wasn't even listening to her mum's response as her mouth gaped open at the structure of the sitting room before her. She had never seen something so beautiful as this. How can they make the sitting room look like it's in the middle of a big city. Very simple, yet luxurious. Eight seater sofa chair facing each other with a round table center sitting in the middle of the two chairs. Tacha recognised the expensive crystal chandelier ceiling light, dropping just in the middle of where the centre table was placed. What was her mum doing in here. Her mum was supposed to be at the new site working like she saw her that day. Not cross leg, laughing at the scene before her.

Ever since she saw her mum carrying a cement block, Tacha's mind was never at peace. She couldn't think better. All she wanted was to get her mum out of Nathan's house. Her mom deserved better. Not to be used as a slave. Her mum had sacrificed a lot for her and her sister, making her a priceless woman Tacha could never joke with. Becoming a graduate today had been by God's grace and her mum. That she vowed with her life to take care of her mum and sister no matter what.

Today, she was going to pay Nathan his money, and pray nothing brings them together again. Of course, only if he decided to visit his parents house. The thought of Mrs. Brown made Tacha called herself back together. No more looking like a girl that just arrived from the village. She had to finish up what she came in here to do and get her family out of here.

"Mum what are you doing here?" Tacha came forward, standing before her mum who was enjoying the luxurious sitting room all by herself. Before her was a 98 inch 4K smart tv that gave the room a bit of noise coming from the Nollywood drama playing.

"Seat." Tacha's mum placed her hand on the seat beside her.

Tacha looked around carefully, using her hand to clean any dirt on her cloth before sitting on the clean white sofa. "Mum, I really don't understand what you've been telling me. Like, you've gotten a new job. Where? We can leave now, and you can start once you've taken enough rest." Tacha sounded happy, knowing it was for the best. "So where are you going to start working now."

"Here." Tacha's mum smiled. "I work as his cook now. He was a little bit ill some days ago and there was no one to cook for him. Tito pleaded if I could cook him something to eat and to my surprise he loved it." Her mum's smile became wide. "He even paid me times two of the hundred thousand naira."

Tacha's happy face slowly faded away."What now? Mummy what's this story again!" Tacha exclaimed, finding it very hard to believe her mum. "Mum what are you saying for God sake? How can you accept a job from someone who treated you so badly to carry a cement block. Mum he even said you, like you are nothing. Nothing at all!" Tacha got up, her eyes staring at her mum unable to hide the anger building up inside her. "Mum stop wasting my effort. Do you know the kind of people I'm working for just to pay him this hundred thousand naira and get you out of here." Tacha was almost in tears, throwing the brown paper in her hand on her mum's laps. "Why are you acting like we are suffering! Are we that hungry! I beg you mum. Don't let my efforts be in vain. I'm going through the worst moment of my life just to secure a job, and it's... it's not a job I'm proud of." Tacha eventually cried, her voice shaking from the pain she had on her chest.

"I should be asking you what's the meaning of this!" Tacha's mum stood up facing her daughter. "Why would I say no when we need this money. Are you living the kind of life you want to live? Are we not suffering truly? When will you tell me you've been sacked from your work! Who will send us money? Who will pay for your sister's hospital bill? Who will buy your sister's drugs? Who will pay for her school fees? Who will pay for all these bills? You? With what job! What job I'm asking you?"

"What!" Tacha staggered a little, moving back. Was this her mum? Her mum just yelled at her like she had never done anything for her and her sister. "But mum I'm trying."

"Tacha I'm not saying you are not. It's too much on you. My girl, these responsibilities will make grow older than your age. It's too much for your age. I want you to spend your money, take care of yourself. I don't want to be a burden to you. If I work with any other person. They will still call me you, hey, disrespect me, and I will end up earning poorly. I've done many jobs in the past even worse than this. But look at me here. My job is just to cook. I know when to show my face to him, respect him, do my work and be on my own."

"Mum stop!" Tacha yelled. "Please stop okay." She brought her voice down, looking down at her mom with her eyes pleading."Nathan is not what you think he is. I'm telling you so please listen to me just this once. You are not going to stay here. Final!"

"Did you just call him Nathan?"

"Mum, I will get you a new job, because this man you are talking about made me--"

"You will put that in your pocket, because me Omolara will not leave a job paying me two hundred thousand naira every month. Now you will keep quiet and stop disturbing the peace of this house."

"Mum." Even Tacha's voice failed her. She knew her mum was stubborn, but failing to listen to her for the first time sincerely left her speechless. "Mum, don't tell me you are doing this because of big Aunties. You want to join Hannah's mum to show off right?" Tacha paused, searching her mum's eyes for response. Her mum refusing to look up at her, was all she needed to continue. "Don't mum. Don't join her. You have nothing compare to Hannah's mum. She has sugar daddies to give her money unlike you. Mum, you have no money anywhere to show off."

Tacha's mum turned to her daughter. Her eyes instantly red. "I will slap you if you say anything there again Tacha. I swear on my life, I will slap you." She stood up, her chest rising heavily. She was angry. Closed to tears, and that brought back some painful memories. "I have three houses! Two boutiques! Three cars! And a company I inherited....before your father duped me and ran away with everything I owned with his mistress!" She yelled, her tears expressing how much she had bottled in. "The moment I gave birth to your sister, my life turned upside down! None of my sisters want to be seen with me, yet I stayed with you two. I made sure you finish school. I didn't mind the names they called me." Her eyes produced more tears, instantly turning red. She refused to look away from Tacha expressing her pain. "Because of your father, you, and mana, I became an object of ridicule among my own family. We told her not to marry that poor boy, yet she did. Look at her now. He ran away with her money and sold her properties. Let her pay for her disobedience."

"Mum please stop." Tacha begged, she never liked to see her mum cry, or even repeat what had happened in the past. She was young back then, but she could remember the moment their father left, he left them broke, stranded, and penniless.Tacha gave up trying to convince her mum. "We already talked about this. Please we are not at home."

"May be I need to remind you that I was born with a silver spoon, and for heaven sake, I am tired Tacha! I am tired of my sisters making jest of me, including you and your sister. While I work here, I will save money and start my business all over again. If I work here in five months, I will make a million naira. That's a good start for us." Tacha's mum was no longer shouting. She slowly sat down on the sofa. "You said something about the job you are doing, hope you are not working as a stripper or call girl?"

"Don't you think that is better than be slaved about."

Tacha's mum looked up at her daughter with a look of you better not. "Your answer simply means no. We won't talk about it anymore." She looked away. "And, have you heard? Have you heard that your Aunt, Subomi is having her introduction and Engagement together next week."

"Hannah told me. Wait, with engagement?"

"Yes. But do you know what she said to me?" Tacha's mum said. " She said, hello Omolara, I know you won't be able to afford my lace because it's about hundred thousand plus, but I will dash you the Ankara. You won't have to pay for the sewing too. Since you will be wearing ankara, you won't be sitting with the family. You will have to seat with the guests at the back. I've saved Tacha and Mana's lace. Tell Tacha to come for it." Tacha's mum laughed with a bit of sadness surrounding her laughter. "Even if my elder sisters are doing that, Subomi of all people. I really need to show Subomi, that when I was counting millions, she was just starting her life. And this same Omolara gave her the capital she needed because our parents didn't support the idea of us working."

"How about buying that lace for all of you? And a driver to take you in my new Toyota Prado. It's a new one, 2021 model, and I haven't been using it. It could be yours for the day."

Both Tacha and her mum turned to the voice that interrupted their conversation.

"Did you just say Toyota Prado?" Tacha's mum repeated, a glint of happiness evident in her eyes. "Mr. Nathan, of course, we are so grateful." She almost knelt down, but Tacha grabbed her mum so hard, glaring at Nathan. She would never let mum slave for him no matter how much he tried to pretend and draw her mum closer.

"No mum!" Tacha disagreed, picking up the brown envelope she dropped on her mum's laps earlier. "Since you want to stay and keep working here, you can buy your own lace with this. The money is still yours. We will not show off what does not belong to us."

"Mrs. Omolara." Nathan called, he understood this woman would not love to be called by her husband's name after all he knew and heard. He faced Tacha's mum, acting like Tacha was not present in the room. "I said something about the car earlier. Can you remember?"

"Yes sir." Tacha's mum responded so quickly. "You said it's a new one and you haven't been using it."

After listening to both mother and daughter's discussion during their fight, Nathan wanted to help somehow, so he thought of another idea. "To not make it look like you are trying to show off in what does not belong to you. How about if I make it yours?"

Tacha's mum stood dumbfounded. "Make...what....yours? Mr. Nathan..."

"Make it yours during your stay here as my cook."

"Oh my..." Tacha's mum fainted.

"Jesus! Mum!" Tacha went on her knees very quickly, frightened by her mum's sudden faint. "Nathan are you just going to leave me with her!"

"Your mum is fine Moron. She just doesn't want you to say no."

"What!" Tacha exclaimed, staring at Nathan's back as he walked away.Tacha looked down at her mum, and truly, her mum's eyes slowly opened. "We can't say no Tacha. Let's accept Mr. Nathan's help."

Tacha stared in disbelief at her mum, shaking her head. Even her, thought her mum fainted for real. Tacha slowly got up. "You know what, you are alone in this. I'm out of here." Tacha picked up her bag and found her way out. She won't join her mum in her madness.

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